Handshake game

in search of aesthetics
you stumbled
on me?
a face is a key
to a game of tomorrow
how disappointing!
and common
– let’s lower the heat
if that is objectively true
blame me
or the New text machine
for failing to follow
the rules of your game
but the blame
is not mine
in the end
we are
as we are
crossing paths
hiding in hats
getting corrupted
in seven year paths
turning back
stretching hands
forcing gaps
is that a key
to the inner thirst?
putting a mask
of animal lust
unleashing insatiable wish
to be leashed
once again
step on my garden
of flowers
endangered
tamed
in this trust game
where secrets
are pure
and else
is unknown